I suck harder. Move faster.
He groans. His hips rock forward, driving his cock into my mouth. It's fast. I almost gag. But I manage to take him.
He does it again.
Again.
He pinches my nipple.
He presses his palm against the back of my head, pushing me deeper.
I have to dig my fingers into the flesh of his ass to keep my balance. But that only makes me needier.
He goes deeper.
Harder.
Rougher.
Need builds between my legs. He's leading, but I still feel powerful and in control.
I still feel like I'm the one bringing him all this pleasure.
I'm the one getting him out of his ugly thoughts.
His eyelids press together. He lets out a groan. His shoulders shake. Then it's his torso. His calves. His thighs.
He's about to come.
I suck harder.
Harder.
"Fuck. Piper." He shudders.
His entire body shakes. Even his cock is pulsing.
He pulls out from my mouth just in time to come on my chest.
This time, there's no water to wash it away. It's dirty and sexy, this evidence of the pleasure I brought him.
Kit looks down at me, his lids heavy with desire. He drops to his knees to help me clean up, then he's pinning me to the hardwood floor, pressing his lips to mine.
"Fucking amazing." He presses his palm against my sex, over my panties. "You need to come now, baby."
I shake my head. "I can't stay quiet."
"Then come home with me. Now."
I push myself up on my elbows. "You sure?"
He nods. His face is still wrecked with this beautiful mix of pleasure and desire. He's satisfied.
And he wants more.
He wants me to come.
Hell, if the look in his eyes is any indication, he needs me to come. Immediately.